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Lance opened the front door before Desmond was out of his car. He strode out onto the driveway and lifted his head a little bit to better catch the smell of sea and rain. "Hey dude," he said, leaning on Desmond's car. "You still driving this little shitbox?"

Desmond grinned at Lance. He taught the shark how to drive in his so-called shitbox. He patted the dented roof with a paw. "She gets me around just fine. Plenty of room in the back for your mom, too."

"You've had her in there?" the shark asked, sounding genuinely interested. Desmond laughed and shoved him as he walked past. Desmond was older by a year but smaller than the shark, and his push did little. Lance followed him inside, saying, "Looking like rain today, man, huh?"

"Yeah. I drove through some spritzes," Desmond said a polite but uninterested way. As he passed through the front door, stepping over and on a mat which said Welcome Friends and showed silhouetted dolphins in mid-leap, a briny smell hit him so strongly that his nose wrinkled. Desmond, despite regular and repeated vulgarity, was too polite to say that Lance's home smelled like crotch and ass. The succinct term he needed was musky. He had never known Lance to be anything but a well-groomed fellow but he had a distinct fish smell about him that was especially obvious after sex. Like the bitter flavor of beer or the acquired taste of a strong cheese, Desmond liked the smell of his friend. It just always came with an adjustment period. His time off at college had further eroded his tolerance for the smell.

"Hey, man, chill out and lemme get you a beer," Lance said with a small gesture at the couch. He came out of the kitchen with two frosty bottles and handed one over. In that time Desmond had turned on the PlayStation 4 and had both controllers out. "What you been up to, man?"

Desmond filled him in while they played and drank. It was a dull story, something he warned the shark about before he started. Work was lame and college sucked. He hoped he'd spend all his time on campus drinking and fucking. Studying left no time for either, and he felt like he'd picked the wrong major on top of it all.

"There's no hot guys in criminal justice. It's all geeks. I hate it, dude."

"That sucks," Lance said, forcing himself not to smirk. Desmond Lankett the dick queen himself, caught in a dry spell? Never thought I'd see the day. "So you want to fuck while you're here, dude? Right? 'Cause I could go for it."

The foxcoon gulped down what was left of his beer. Almost immediately then, he knelt on the floor in front of Lance. He grabbed for the shark's shorts and opened up the fly. "Yeah. Lemme suck you off."

Lance's cock wagged in the open air. It wasn't hard yet, only halfway there, but the smell was already potent. Thick, fishy musk stung Desmond's nostrils. The fox recoiled, just one moment of adjustment before he dived in, putting his nose in the shark's balls while the cock rubbed on his snout. He asked slyly, "You ever wash your dick, dude?"

"Shower every day. Don't tell me being a college slut made you forget the fish stick," Lance replied, his grin big and toothy.

Desmond squeezed Lance's penis and kneaded its gray flesh. He pulled down on the stiffening shaft, baring the glans which was a deep purple in hue. Precum oozed from its slit. Desmond collected it with his tongue then opened his maw wide. He gulped down all of Lance's cock, making roughly eight inches of shark meat disappear in one hungry pass.

The shark sighed and ran his fingers through Desmond's silky blonde hair. "Suck my dick, man, blow me. Nobody sucks a dick like a fox."

Slow, smooth bobs of Desmond's snout gratified Lance more than he could articulate without sounding like a homo. He settled for leaning back and smiling, eyes closed. He listened as the rain came on. Lance loved the water and especially swimming, both natural pleasures for a shark. He made a mental note to show Desmond the new pool his folks had just gotten installed. Pool sex was something he wanted to share with his old friend.

Desmond pulled up gradually, leaving Lance's penis slimy with slobber. He wiped his wet lips like a messy eater who couldn't find a napkin. "I hear your dick's supposed to taste like your mom's pussy, but I can't taste her."

Lance chuckled, tilting his head. "What do you mean you can't taste her?" Desmond ignored him and went back to work. Lance let the confused issue drop; he wasn't one to argue with a blowjob.

Not a minute later, a car engine purred to a stop in the driveway. Desmond's keen ears heard it and he had a panicked response better suited to hearing a mountain lion rustling in the bushes. He pulled off of Lance's cock, slobber slinging across his shirt from the sudden movement. "Dude, shit! Someone's here!"

The shark sat forward and glanced out the rain-streaked window. Water bent the shapes, but the bronze color of his mother's car was unmistakable. "Oh, it's just my mom."

"Put your cock away," Desmond hissed as he retook his seat and grabbed his controller, gripping it so tightly the plastic creaked.

Lance's mother stepped through the front door a few seconds later with a reusable canvas grocery bag in her hands. She was a lovely shark and the family resemblance was strong. She looked at Desmond and smiled. "Hello, Desmond! I thought that was your car. I didn't know we'd be expecting you!"

"Oh, hey-, hey, Mrs.-," Desmond said, and realized with humiliation and surprise that he had never learned Lance's surname. His resultant smile was wide and disingenuous. "Hi."

"Hey mom," Lance coolly said. Desmond was amazed Lance could be so calm after almost being caught. "Welcome home."

Lance's mother giggled. She passed behind the couch, not wanting to interrupt the game. She gave Lance a quick smooch on the cheek and kept walking, but stopped at the other end and smooched Desmond. She smelled something familiar on his lips and gave him a brief smile. "Will you be staying for dinner, Desmond? We're having lobster. There's always some extra, it's no trouble at all. And I know Lance doesn't get to see you much, now that you're off getting a higher education, hm?"

Desmond saw the little smile and had the same thought any young man in his position would: my friend's mom wants my dick. He smiled back, hoping to look cool, in truth looking awkward. "I'd love-, yes. Totally, ma'am. I was hoping to, ah, stay here tonight, actually."

"Oh, a sleepover," she said, smiling. "You're always welcome here, Desmond!" She smooched him again. Her nose confirmed what she was thinking. With only a minor sultry edge, exacerbating the thoughts Desmond was now suffering from, she said, "Have fun, boys."

As she turned and left, Desmond stared at her bottom under her swaying tailfin. Lance was staring too. He was there to meet Desmond's gaze when the fox looked back.

"My mom likes you," Lance said, grinning. "I guess I'm not surprised, what with you licking her pussy and all."

"Dude, what the hell?" Desmond blurted, red-faced. "That's your mom, for Christ's-." Desmond was interrupted when Lance's mother called out to them.

"Boys, could one of you come give me a hand in here? I need a strapping young man to help me out."

Desmond glanced at Lance. The shark said with a shrug, "I can go."

"No, I got it, it's fine," the fox replied, standing quickly. He tried to psych himself up. He thought about how he'd blown Lance plenty of times, had had anal sex with him on a few occasions, and he wondered if that made it weird when it came to putting the moves on his mom. Probably not, he'd fuck my mom under the same circumstances. I'd be really concerned if he didn't do it.

"Here I am, ma'am," Desmond said more meekly than he wanted to. He smiled at her. When she smiled back, his cheeks reddened and he started to smile even more. Keep it together, dude, don't blow it.

"What a helpful young man! Desmond, sweetie, could you open this window for me? It's awfully stubborn. I keep telling my husband we need to get it fixed," she chuckled. "I just love to smell the rain while I work."

"Sure thing, yeah," Desmond said eagerly. He braced his paws on the wooden sash of the window and slowly pulled it up. She wasn't making this up; it was stubborn, difficult to break loose, and it made a grating squeal on its rails. When he had it pushed all the way up, he turned around, saying, "There you go, let me know if-."

She was right there, having moved so quickly and silently that Desmond's alert senses had not even intuited her. She kissed him again, and not a friendly smooch this time but a firm meeting of lips. She tasted Lance's penis on the fox's jowls and smiled as she pulled back, but she kept within kissing distance. "Hello, Desmond," she cooed to him, hugging him. Her breasts pushed into his chest like a pair of warm pillows. "It's been so long since I saw you. What a difference a year makes, what a handsome man you are now..."

"Oh my god," Desmond breathed. He kissed her. He couldn't think of anything else to do. And as he kissed her, she grabbed his ass, then reached around, grabbed his crotch. He took her ass in return, squeezing the fine cheeks through her snug mom jeans. Their tongues tangled in the midst of a voracious kiss and he began to grind against her groping touch, his small but eager penis tenting his jeans, completing an erection he had gained when blowing Lance, lost when mom came home, and started to regain again when she first pecked him and made her intentions known.

The shark broke off from the kiss and bit Desmond on the muzzle. It was a love bite, gentle and sweet, and she cooed as she delivered it. Her tailfin swished, moving with the same easy grace as Desmond's large, soft brush. "Desmond, you're such a cute little thing. Oh, I always liked you. I've been hoping you'd come back sometime."

"This-," Desmond swallowed heavily, "this is a prank, right? Lance asked you to do this?" He smiled in idiot disbelief, his paws squeezing her ass lustfully.

She tilted her head, smiling. "No. What does Lance have to do with this?" She kissed him again, nuzzled him, and sighed. "I like how you smell, Desmond. You've got such an interesting scent. You're part raccoon, aren't you?"

"Yes I am, ma'am," Desmond replied, blushing and blinking. "So you're not-, you're not gonna tease me?"

Just then Lance came into the kitchen and walked past the scene. He grabbed another beer out of the fridge. Mother said, "Now sweetie, save some of that for later, hm? Why don't you have some iced tea instead?"

"Aw, sure," Lance muttered, putting back the beer and going for the pitcher of tea on the counter. Mom always started one for the family every morning.

"Um, Lance, dude?" Desmond said uncertainly.

"What's up?" He sipped his glass of tea, cubes clinking in the cup. "Hey, should I turn the PS4 off or what? You look kinda busy."

Lance's mother knelt down. Her fingers deftly opened Desmond's fly, moving with the quick sureness of a magician's hands. Desmond uttered a surprised squeak when she pulled down his briefs. "It's smaller than I was expecting, but gosh, it's cute," she cooed. "Lance, you never told me your little friend was uncut."

"I figured you already knew, it's not like he's hard to get undressed," Lance replied with a grin. "Can I get in on that too?"

"What the hell is going on?" Desmond asked, not really expecting an answer from anybody.

"Of course. Come on over here, hon," mom said to her boy as she wrapped her left fingers around Desmond's small, but throbbing prick. When her son stood hip to hip with Desmond, she tugged down his shorts, boxers too, and grasped his semi-hard penis in the right hand. "There we go. Desmond, honey, you don't mind sharing me, do you?" the mother asked, smiling up at him, capping it off with a wink. Then she went down on him, taking his throbbing cock in one gulp.

Desmond gasped, pressing his butt against the counter. "Oh-, ooh man, no, not at all, I guess..."

She sucked him off with practiced skill. Her lips made a wet seal and her tongue slathered the underside of his pulsing shaft. She bobbed her head, letting her lips do the real work. At the same time she stroked along his leg, occasionally clutching his balls and always sniffing his loins, especially when she pressed her nostrils into his trimmed blonde bush. His scent was strong there.

While she gave Desmond a blowjob for the ages, she stroked her son in a slow grasp just to keep him fluffed until she switched her mouth over to him. Lance wrapped his free arm around Desmond, sipped his tea from the other hand. He said with a grin, "Man, you smell nice, you know that?"

Desmond smiled sheepishly. "This is a lot-," he grunted, and gently palmed mom's head, "it's a lot to take in, dude. I didn't know you were, like..." The word he wanted was incestuous, but Desmond was something of a blonde stereotype and all the college education in the world could only put window dressing on that fact. He settled for saying, "I didn't know you, like-, your family had sex with each other."

Mom pulled back, popping her lips off the foxcoon. The sudden loss of suction titillated tender nerve endings, causing Desmond to gasp. She said, smiling as she scooched over in front of Lance, "It doesn't bother you, does it, sweetie?"

"Oh, no, no," Desmond muttered, watching with envy as her lips enveloped Lance's plump shaft. His envy was both for Lance getting the attention and for mom giving it. Lance's penis was gorgeous, its taste and smell delectable, and he wanted it for himself. "God. Your dick, dude."

"You like it, I know," Lance said with a comforting tone. "I want to fuck you later."

The mother shark blew her son with slow bobs and firm sucks just like she had done to Desmond. As her lips tugged down on his shaft, the foreskin was eased back and the glans rubbed her tongue, spreading musky flavor and squirting thick drops of precum from its slit. Now Desmond knelt down, saying nothing but nudging Lance to turn, mother along with him. The sharks accommodated him, both harboring a rough idea what he was after, their sexual interests similar to Desmond's.

When Lance's soft, black ass was exposed, he pulled aside his tailfin and said, "Go for it, dude."

With the same forwardness mom showed, Desmond pushed his snout into Lance's ass crack and bumped his nostrils into the shark's pucker. Lance was a hygienic creature but the musk he exuded was potent. Desmond, well-used to smelling his partners, drew in a deep hit and shuddered. The stink nailed him like a snort of coke. He hugged Lance's legs and snuffled again, tongue slopping out of his mouth, penis throbbing and dribbling. Mom touched it, thumbing the glans which the puckered foreskin hid except for a tiny circle of pink meat. Her thumb slipped underneath the hood of foreskin, riding on slobber she herself had put there. Quite pleasurably, she fingered the fox's prick underneath its protective skin.

Just off the kitchen in the utility room, the back door squeaked open. Lance looked over, saw a familiar face, and smiled. He tossed his hand up a wave. "Hey, dad. Check out who visited," he said, gesturing at his ass.

"Why, if it isn't Desmond Lankett," dad said, walking in with a smile. He hung up his keys on a plaque fitted with hooks. Its wooden surface was engraved with the word HOME. He slipped out of his wet jacket, hung it over the back of a chair. "Aren't you going to say hello, boy?" he said with a good-natured chuckle.

Desmond pulled back, blushing beet-red. "Hello-, hi there," he said quietly. "This isn't exactly-, you know, I can probably explain-."

"Relax, son," dad said, patting Desmond's head. "My boy tastes nice. He gets it from his old man, in fact." He leaned in and gave Lance a kiss on the lips. It was almost shallow enough to be normal, but not quite. Then he squatted down and ran a hand down his wife's back. "You don't have to stop what you're doing. Keep going," he said in nearly a growl. His tailfin swished as if he were lazily swimming. "Desmond, son, you get back to what you're doing, too. No need to be shy, you eat that ass."

"Actually, he was smelling me," Lance corrected, smirking.

"Then he's definitely come to the right place," said dad, who stood and started to undress. It did not take him long and he left his clothes in a heap on the tile. He was built like his son, his fleshy hide taut over toned muscle, and their handsome faces were nearly identical. Dad was taller, but not by much. He knelt down behind Desmond, reaching around the fox to cup his genitals. He remarked, "Oh, you're small, aren't you, boy? I'll bet you still smell nice."

Desmond pulled back again. He craned his head to look at the father shark and realized the only name he knew here was Lance's. The absurdity of the situation was nearly enough to make him dissociate from it all. His friend's ass inches from his face, said friend being blown by his own mother, and now the father giving him some serious bedroom eyes. He laughed. It was short and sharp, a nervous cackle. "I have no idea what's going on."

The father chuckled. He pulled Desmond back, dragging his furry knees across the tile with little friction. Now they were two units: mother and son, father and Desmond. He kissed the fox, smooching him not quite as indulgently as mother had. He smelled and tasted Lance on Desmond's snout. "My boy smells so nice."

"Yeah," Desmond agreed, touching the dad awkwardly. He caressed the shark's chest, finding him incredibly handsome but taboo in a way. He was gung-ho to fuck mom but dad seemed off-limits somehow. "Listen-, sir-," he tried to say.

"Relax, Desmond. Just relax, son. How about we move all this into the bedroom?"

"I-, yeah. All right," Desmond said, unable to think of a reason why not to take it there. He stood with the father shark and looked at Lance as if for some guidance. "Lance, are you gonna-?"

"We're staying here for now," Lance puffed, holding the back of his mother's head. His breathing was quickening and mom was cupping his balls, rubbing his asshole, doing everything in her power to make her boy feel good. "We'll catch up to you guys."

Father smiled and pecked his son on the cheek. Then he left, Desmond following closely but awkwardly, holding up his pants by the belt loops to keep them on. When faced with the stairs to the second floor, he just let his bottoms fall off and left them at the bottom step. As he followed dad up, he said, "Sir, this is all... very weird to me."

"Is it?" he asked, looking back. He stopped and Desmond stayed a few steps behind, eyes on the shark's ass. "Do you want to stop, son? We can slow this down a little bit if it's... too fast for you." A smile. "I know I'm certainly being forward. But I did catch you with your nose in my boy's asshole. Tends to make a man think there's no such thing as being too forward."

Desmond had to laugh at himself. The shark was exactly right, of course. You couldn't argue that you were some shy virgin when you got caught in an incestuous threesome. He started to walk again and dad took it as a cue that they were still on. Just before they reached the top step, Lance let out a grunt and said something which was unintelligible due to the distance and wall in the way. Desmond took a chance and said, "Your wife, she really knows how to-," then his nerve faltered, his mouth now too polite, but too afraid to say that she sure knew how to suck a dick. "You know."

"She's a good woman. I don't know what I'd do without her." He led Desmond into the master bedroom. The bed was central to the room and it was enormous, looking like it could fit three or more with ease. He sat on its edge and beckoned Desmond over, but not to sit. "Stand up, son. Right there. Let me get a good look at that orange butt of yours."

What awkwardness Desmond still entertained was mitigated by the dad's outspoken interest. Desmond was a prettyboy with long blonde hair and a fabulous behind, and to have any aspect of his well-groomed body scrutinized and approved of was a shortcut into his heart. It was therefore with a swishing swagger of his hips that he stepped in front of the dad. He twisted on his heel, perked his butt out, smacked his paws down on the cheeks.

"Atta boy," dad murmured, his smile showing rows of sharp teeth. "Keep going."

"How about this?" Desmond asked, and pulled his ass cheeks to the sides. The round hemispheres parted to bare eggshell-white fur lining an ass crack broken up by a snug pucker of flesh. It winked when exposed to the open air. Desmond said over the din of the rain, "Are you gonna sniff me or rim me?"

"Both," dad said agreeably enough, wrapping his hands around the boy's hips. "And fuck you if you'll let me." Which, given that you happen to be a fox, I think you will, thought dad with a wry smile. Stereotypes tended to have their roots in reality.

Dad pressed his snout into Desmond's crack, nostrils against the pucker, tongue slopping onto the taint. As he smelled, he noticed how thin Desmond's anal musk was. The boy was antiseptically clean. "You must put a lot of effort into your grooming, boy," said dad, keeping the disappointment to himself. "I can tell. You're a pretty boy."

"Thanks," Desmond said, not even trying to keep the grin off his face. "How do I smell?"

"Not as good as my boy," dad admitted.

"Who does?" Desmond replied.

Dad chuckled. Smelling was a bust but there was still so much he could do. He dragged his tongue over Desmond's anus and at least tasted some of the musk. Like a fine eater of pussy working the clit as he licked the pink, he weaseled a hand into his workspace and pressed on Desmond's anus with two fingertips, massaging the pucker and opening it slightly. The anal scent glands were almost dormant from the centuries of evolution leading up to the lovely bipedal creature that was Desmond Lankett, but dad coaxed them into dispensing despite their atrophy. He snorted the musk with his hungry nostrils.

"I don't know what you're doing back there," said Desmond between huffs for air, "but damn if it doesn't feel good."

The shark smiled. "Just doing a little coaxing. That's all, son." He spread it again, rocking his fingertips on the pink rim like pressing a button. Instead of his nose, he pushed the tip of his tongue into the pucker and worked it just half-an-inch inside. Desmond's gasp made his smile grow bigger still.

Mother strode into the bedroom, naked now with Lance not far behind. A cigarette hung off of Lance's lip and his penis was flaccid, gleaming with saliva.

"My old man's rimming you? Lucky you, dude. He's a pro at that shit," Lance said, sounding relaxed almost to the point of dozing off.

"I'll say," Desmond squeaked. "Gawd... I never knew your family was this-," he was going to say fucked-up, but settled for, "this cool."

Mom wrapped her arms around Desmond and kissed him, the sudden affection still managing to surprise him after everything he'd done and seen. The fishy smell of Lance's semen was heavy on her lips and tongue, both of which Desmond tasted in the firm smooch. When she broke it off, she cooed, "I was hoping to have a little time with you, sweetie."

Dad wriggled his tongue deeper into Desmond, spreading saliva over the muscular walls of Desmond's ass. The foxcoon grunted, ears splaying and cheeks warming. He leaned heavily on the mother and only now did he touch her bare ass, which he found exquisitely round and soft. "Is, um, that okay?" He looked over his shoulder somewhat. "Can I be with your wife, for a little while...?"

Dad chuckled against Desmond's ass. He pulled back, licked his lips; Desmond had a pretty good taste even if his scent was so lacking. "Desmond, son, if she's taken a liking to you, I'm not going to stop you. But first, you and I have a little business to attend to, now don't we?"

"Yes, yeah," Desmond said, looking at mom. "He was going to-, fuck me, you understand, so first-."

"That's just fine," the mother shark said, and kissed his forehead. "I'd love to watch that. Your butt is just so cute. Nice and round."

She let Desmond go and took a place on the bed where she gingerly touched herself, stroking the lips of her vulva and the hooded button of her clitoris. Lance stubbed out his cigarette in a glass tray by the bed and joined his mother, sitting up beside her. Immediately her masturbating hand went to his flaccid penis and his idle hand cupped her vulva.

Dad pulled Desmond onto the bed, manipulating the fox with ease regardless of his cooperation, which was given freely. He sat Desmond down and pulled off the boy's tee, then pushed him onto his back and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed. This he tucked under the small of Desmond's back, elevating his hips. Kneeling between Desmond's splayed legs and grasping his own penis, he asked, "You want me to wear a condom, Desmond?"

"We have condoms?" Lance asked, thumbing his mother's clit.

"Nope," dad replied with a laugh. "Just joking."

Desmond awkwardly smiled, thinking again I have no idea what the fuck is going on, not anymore, not here. I'm gonna wake up with cum in my underwear. This is too weird.

The father shark pumped his plump, uncut penis in the open air slowly and smoothly. His foreskin glided over the purple cap of his glans, riding on a layer of natural lubrication which was partially responsible for his hard-hitting scent. Thick beads of precum swelled in the slit and were broken by the sliding foreskin which diffused it across the glans. His fishy musk was thick in the bedroom, but no thicker than the vaginal musk of his wife or the stink of his adult son. Desmond had no scent at all by comparison.

"Here it comes, boy," dad said warmly as he put it under the fox's balls. The glans of his penis notched into the slight bevel of Desmond's anus, and from that guiding spot he pressed inward, cock sliding on a sheet of its own lubrication and a thick coating of saliva he had put there himself when he rimmed the fox.

Desmond hissed, baring teeth and clenching eyes shut as the father's penis spread him open. It was a short-lived pain and it quickly changed gears, becoming a deeply gratifying sensation as his anus acclimated to the spread. The fox reached out to the handsome shark, pawing at his chest, feeling up to his neck, marveling silently at the smoothness of the shark's hide; Desmond was so used to fur, the grain of which must be obeyed at all times. His fingers drifted to the shark's strong jaw and cupped it in soft pink fingerpads. He said quietly, words spoken just for the father shark, "God, you're handsome. You're so goddamn handsome. I want to kiss you."

The dad winked, smiled. He petted down Desmond's soft chest, caressing him as if he were some indulgent lap pet. His fingers moved with the grain of the fur, defying it only once to backtrack and circle a stiff, pink nipple. "I think I can do that for a pretty boy like you," dad said, at the same time unhanding his penis. Its length was almost fully buried in Desmond. He stopped there, pulled back until the only the foremost inches of his cock were still nestled inside of Desmond, then pushed back in.

Beneath him the fox cooed, mouth opening ever so slightly, and dad pressed in for the kiss. His tongue, that thick slab of deceptively articulate meat, sluiced past the fox's lips and tasted what his wife had first tasted: his son's anal musk, still thick on Desmond's snout and detectable even on the surface of his tongue. A runnel of saliva oozed out the side of Desmond's mouth, drizzling its way down his fuzzy cheek, soon joined by friends as the father shark's tongue plunged and smacked inside of Desmond's narrow mouth.

Mother watched closely, sly grin on her face. Her hand stroked Lance slowly, something she understood to be known as fluffing. The term sounded silly to her, but in a way it made perfect sense. She paused her strokes to caress her boy's chest, thinking as she did handsome just like your father is, you look just like he did at your age. And her eyes went back to Desmond, the pretty friend pinned under her husband's gyrating hips, trapped in a kiss with his slavering tongue - a tongue which she knew from personal experience could give cunnilingus like no other. She envied Desmond and hungered for him. She licked her teeth and then lips, not realizing she was behaving like a predator. She wanted to eat Desmond - not as food, but as the boytoy that he was. Her eyes drifted back down to Lance's penis and she smiled again, a little wider now. Her hand tugged back the foreskin, exposing the throbbing purple glans. She leaned low, kissed it, pulled back up and kissed her boy on the cheek. Lance responded with a kiss on the lips, and then his fingers curled deeper into her, nudging that special spot all women had. The mother shark shivered, her splayed legs curling inward.

Lance wasn't as interested in the live sex show as his mother was. He dipped his head below her jaw and kissed her throat, giving her a nibble there. It was his primal drive to go for the throat, but not to tear it out; only to taste it. His tongue slid past his lips and he dragged it down past the neckline and into what would have been the beginning of her cleavage if her breasts were in a bra. Naked as they were, they sagged somewhat. Lance's mother was beautiful in her middle age but not exempt from gravity.

The son pulled in his tongue to wet it. As he did, he dragged his nostrils down between her breasts as if his nose were the needle of a turntable. His hand left her vagina and hoisted a breast to a position where he could and did smooch its nipple. Then he started to suck on the nub, knowing that his mother was long dry but that she also loved to be suckled from regardless.

The mother's crooning moan caught a glimpse from dad who grinned into Desmond's mouth. But his attention was quite singularly for the fox at that point and his eyes fell to the foxcoon again. He stared at Desmond's masked, closed eyes just in case they opened. As it was, Desmond had kept them shut in what seemed to be ecstasy. His small penis throbbed but went ignored, dad nor Desmond making an attempt to play with it. The foxcoon pawed down dad's body, fingers gliding on sweat-streaked hide, feeling over the bumps of fins which served no purpose on land.

Father's turgid cock slid in and out of Desmond's young ass with ease. Each time the shark pressed in, Desmond's anal walls provided just enough friction that the shark's foreskin was eased back, allowing the tender glans to frot into the soft flesh inside the fox. Desmond's tongue attempted to overcome the shark's but to no avail; the dad's tongue was too thick and domineering to defy, but the effort alone earned him harder licks and loping swabs over the extremities of his maw. Desmond, a fox who took great pleasure from stiff, hot things in his mouth, clung onto the toned shark and implicitly begged for more.

Lance looked up from his sucking to say, "Dad's not gonna last much longer." Even seeing dad in profile, Lance knew enough to say confidently, "I know that look on his face."

"Mhm, I do too," mother concurred, and kissed her boy on the side of the head. "Give him a hand, sweetie. Just leave Desmond for me."

"Sure, mom," Lance said, beginning to grin. He scooted over to the pair, putting himself closer to dad than to Desmond. "Dezzy, how you liking my old man? He's pretty good, right?"

Desmond's answer was a thumbs-up. He quickly went back to embracing the father shark, and the kiss grew noisier, the anal sex more rapid. Dad was plowing Desmond now, that was the best word for it. Quick, short strokes did the job better than slow lovemaking at this point. His scrotum had grown taut and his anus, mildly exposed by his posture, winked in the open air.

Lance sucked on two fingers briefly and then reached for his father's bobbing ass. It was counterproductive at first - his touch made dad slow down and stop, bottomed out in Desmond. He prodded his father's anus, going at it with the same casualness as fingering his own mother. It was just something he did with his family. "I'd fuck you, but I'm kinda saving it for Desmond," Lance explained as he slid his fingers into the snug embrace of his dad's asshole. Around the fingers, dad's anus quivered and clenched, seemed to suck on the digits, and then dad started to rock his hips again.

With each thrust of his hips, which were now slow and firm again, the father shark's anus tensed around Lance's fingers. It amplified his stimulation, turning an already great pleasure into an incredible one; there was nothing quite like a climax with something up your ass. He had read once about the mechanics of it, how having a foreign object hold open the anal cavity during orgasm greatly boosted the pleasure. He knew how true it was from experience.

Father broke off the kiss. Strands of slobber bridged his lips with Desmond's dark jowls. The foxcoon's tongue lapped at dad's lips and chin, desperately going for the make-out again but dad was done with it, now nuzzling him and murmuring sweet, almost inaudible nothings to the boy. He reached under Desmond's head, holding him with tender love boys never seemed to expect, and Desmond was no exception. His cheeks warmed and his ears splayed. He went from trying to reinstate the kiss to pecking the shark on the chin and cheeks. Soft paws roamed dad's body, feeling down the familiar avenues of his flanks and spine and fins, streaking sweat around in swirls and smears.

The father shark was on the verge of a climax and the loss of his composure. Now his eyes drifted shut, blocking out the panting face and wet emerald gaze of the foxcoon underneath. In the moment leading up to that perfect release, he focused on only two things: Desmond's ass and his son's prodding fingers, which had failed to find his prostate but nevertheless stimulated him greatly.

Dad erupted into Desmond with a hiss and a grimace which showed his rows of teeth. His tailfin swayed, lashing in fact, and Lance ducked out of the way to avoid being slapped by it. As dad came, he buried his cock inside of Desmond and let his cum gush deep into the fox. When dad went still against Desmond, Lance plucked out his fingers, considered sucking on them, and went for the source of the musk instead. During his climax and heading into his afterglow, father enjoyed his son's tongue digging into his anus, wedging open the purple pucker, covering and filling it with slobber just like dad had done to Desmond himself. He said in an almost breathless huff, "Good boy, Lance. You're a good kid."

"Fuck me," Desmond blurted out, not a request but a breathless exclamation. "This is the weirdest thing."

The rain was especially heavy now. Desmond listened to it alongside the heaving breaths of the father shark, which slowed like an engine settling down to its idle. Further down, Lance devoured his father's asshole with firm swabs of his tongue and frequent kisses on the ring. Desmond's eyes drifted shut. Despite his erection and the agitation that came with it, the moment was serene.

The reverie ended when the two male sharks pulled back, first Lance with a smack of his lips and then father, dragging his cock out of the foxcoon. A dribble of semen oozed out of Desmond's vacated anus which was somewhat swollen now. Father rolled onto his back. His penis, semi-flaccid, waggled in the air and then flopped against his belly. He stroked over Desmond's genitals with a slow hand, strumming the fox's small penis. "That's such a nice cock you've got, Desmond. It really is cute."

"Oh, come on," Desmond said, and turned away from the father's smile only to see the mother's amorous face the other way. "It's bigger than it-, it's not that little," he protested, his voice fading away to a whine.

Lance straddled Desmond and laid his own shaft over Desmond's, eclipsing it entirely. He grinned and said, "Looks pretty little to me, dude." His fingers curled around dad's nearby cock, fondling it even though it was flaccid and greasy with semen. "Got nothing on my old man, either."

"Oh, Lance, be nice," mom giggled. She knelt beside Desmond, leaned down, and kissed him on the lips. She asked in a soft, incredibly motherly voice, "Would you have me now, sweetie?"

"Looks like you're in high demand, Desmond," dad chuckled, and gave the fox a kiss on the cheek. "Mind her teeth."

"Shush," mom said to her husband. Now she kissed Desmond again, swabbing her tongue on his jowly lips, but she pulled back before he could deepen it - and he tried to, his tongue lolling past his lips dejectedly when she pulled away. She brushed a hand down his chest, down his belly, and touched his penis and Lance's at the same time in a soft, brief squeeze. "Over here, Desmond," she cooed to him, lying back near the pillows. "Come on..."

Lance leaned down and smooched Desmond - and pinched one of the foxcoon's nipples, snickering as he did it. "Lucky asshole. Try not to wear my mom out with that huge cock, all right?"

"Shut up, Lance," Desmond hissed, pushing the shark, grinning. Lance grinned back and rolled off of Desmond, moving to lay beside his dad.

The fox moved tentatively over to mom. His behind left a snail trail of semen, the trail patchy but easily followed to its source. Somewhat self-consciously, he reached back and tried to blot his ass with his paw, then wiped the mess off on his thigh. His anus was still oozing the father shark's slop when he knelt between mother's thighs which had parted for him, offering everything to the cute college boy. She traced a finger over the lips of her pussy, collecting the musky honey which oozed from between them. She brought this finger to her lips, considered, and then brought it to Desmond's lips instead.

"Taste me," she whispered, sliding the digit between his lips. As she did, his eyes drifted shut and a low, somewhat droning moan passed his occupied lips. He palmed her wrist and her arm, thinking as he did that her hide was so soft, so incredibly lovely, and that this situation was bizarre, but he was so far down the rabbit hole that there was no point in stopping now.

Mother's free fingers curled about Desmond's penis. It was short, there was no denying that, but it was fairly thick and she liked that he was intact. His cuteness elsewhere helped her overlook the size of his endowment; Desmond was a prettyboy and she loved that.

"I want this," she said quietly, pulling him, puckering up his foreskin. A bead of precum oozed out of the balloon knot it formed. "Come on, Desmond... don't keep a lady waiting," she tittered.

Desmond's eyes opened slowly. His gaze was dumb and dozy as though he had just awoken from hypnosis. He suckled on her finger, but then she eased it back. So did she take away her other hand. She lay before him with legs and arms spread, vulva glinting, breasts slowly rising and falling with her calm breaths. "Desmo-o-ond..."

The foxcoon slid closer on his knees and lilted over top of her, carefully bringing his shaft to her pussylips, his nose to her nose. Eyes locked on hers, he pressed smoothly into her, the penetration easy but she was by no means loose inside. Vaginal flesh grasped him more lovingly than any mouth or hand ever would in all his life. A moan passed her lips; Desmond moaned in counterpoint, his moan trembling a bit like a difficult note. Mother took advantage of his open maw and locked her lips with his, head tilting to let long snouts mesh like gears in some undulating machine. Their tongues caressed and swabbed, this kiss much more even than the one-sided makeout dad had pushed on Desmond. And as this happened, the fox made love to her with leisured gyrations while his banded bushy tail swayed like an adder in a trance.

Lance murmured something to father who chuckled and replied, "Oh, give them at least a few minutes before you barge in like that... look at that smile on your mother's face."

The mother shark sluiced Desmond's silky hair through her fingers, marveling at how soft and warm and gentle this boy was. She hoped Desmond would come back to visit them again soon. She had the feeling he would.

His loins bumped hers at the end of each grind. The fuzzy tuft of his bush, the carpet which matched the drapes, brushed into her smooth pelvis and tickled her where her hide was particularly sensitive. His paws supported his weight on the bed but he moved one to her breast, cupping it and thumbing its nipple while he thought of how much milk the tit must have held when Lance was still small. The idea that Lance - and probably dad - had sucked milk from those tits made him jealous. It stoked his lust and he quickened the pace, grinding harder into mom. She moaned in the slobbery kiss which was overfilling their maws with saliva. It oozed down her cheeks, down Desmond's chin, making them both glisten. The rain fell harder for a few moments, its racket drowning out their gentle moans.

Lance slipped in behind Desmond undetected. It wasn't hard. The bed already shifted often, the rain was pouring down, and Desmond and mother were focused solely on one another. That changed when Lance, cock hard and lubed, grabbed onto Desmond's ass to give him just a moment of warning. "Here it comes," he said to the flinching fox, and then pounced him. Desmond held up his weight along with Lance's, but his arms started to tremble. The kiss broke off in a slobbery smack and Desmond cried, "Lance, what the hell!"

"Oh, Lance," mom groaned, but she was smiling and blushing. "Couldn't you let us finish?"

"Sorry, mom, can't let the sloppy seconds go to waste," Lance chirped, pushing his cock between Desmond's ass cheeks. Without looking or guiding his cock, he prodded and stabbed around until finally he found the hole, and then in he went, riding on the lubricant and his dad's gelling semen.

Desmond pressed hard into mother, shuddering as Lance invaded him. He nuzzled her, making only a tiny whine of discomfort which she shushed away with kisses and pets. When Lance was buried in Desmond just like Desmond was buried in mom, he pulled up and took his weight off the fox. "Haven't you ever been in a train before?" Lance asked with a laugh. "Come on, dude, you love it in the butt. Now keep doing what you were doing!"

The rhythm was hard to get into. Desmond gyrated against mom again, but now Lance was plugging away at him with youthful energy. This was not like the slow, sensuous sex from dad, but a quick lay from a buddy. Desmond eventually found his rhythm through luck, and he let Lance do the work for him. He pulled back and Lance smashed in, driving Desmond forward and into mother. Both sharks cooed and moaned, Lance piggish with his lustful groans, mom quite demure and guarded. She peppered Desmond's face with smooches, whispering to him how sweet and cute he was and how the size didn't matter. She told him she was so happy that he liked her the way Lance and her husband liked her.

Then dad joined in, seemingly rejuvenated after waiting out his pesky refractory period. He waddled closer on his kneecaps, erection wagging in front of him like a dousing rod, slinging beads of precum across the comforter. Semen congealed on its surface and it reeked of musk, both his own and Desmond's unique anal scent. Aware of this fact, he asked Desmond politely, "You mind going ass to mouth, son?"

Desmond looked at the shark's cock, just glanced at it. The others had his attention pretty well tied up. "I-, I guess so," he said, almost breathless. "God, this is fucked up."

"What a pisser, eh Desmond?" dad said with a wink. "It feels good. That's all that matters to me." Without asking permission, there being no need when he knew just what his wife liked, the father shark straddled her face. His balls rested on her snout until she nuzzled up, putting them under her chin and getting her nostrils closer to his ass crack. He settled down on her, sitting on her face, putting his anus right against her nose where it had been so many times before. His penis pulsed in full view of Desmond, the flesh resplendent in its fullness and scent.

Eyes clenched shut, ears flat and mouth open, Desmond dived on dad's cock, thinking as he gulped down the turgid shark meat that after this, he would never be appalled again. He could live to be a century old and never do anything as bizarre as this.

Desmond was coordinated enough to suck and fuck at the same time. It was not new to him, taking only a moment of adjustment like the addition of Lance to the fray. The taste was what his mind caught upon, that distinctly fishy flavor combined with the rich saltiness of semen and topped with his very own anal musk. Despite his sensibilities and his personal insistence that he would never go ass to mouth, he was gulping on the shark's cock, sucking it hard, slathering it with his long tongue. His small penis twitched, jumping with life against the mother shark's cozy walls. Nothing can ever top this he thought again - or at least he hoped.

"I always did like you, Desmond," dad said with a sigh, a smile spreading wide across his face. He petted through the foxcoon's hair, admiring it in mostly the same way his wife had. Who, speaking of, was wriggling her tongue into the passage of his anus, tasting the same musk her son had enjoyed not long before. Dad's second climax was further off than any of the three beneath and before him, but he was content to take his time while they enjoyed themselves. He inclined over Desmond and lured in his boy with a stare. When Lance leaned in, they caught each other in a kiss, both of them sharing the same idea. As they made out, tendrils of slobber dribbled onto Desmond's back, into his silky hair. Ordinarily Desmond was fussy about his hair; presently he was too occupied to care.

The foxcoon was dizzy with options. Mother and father both close by, near enough to fondle and rub all he wanted. He settled for mother - father was very familiar to him already, though no less provocative - and cupped one of her breasts again. He couldn't remember if it was the same one as before, but he twiddled the stiff nipple under his thumb's pink pad, pushing it and strumming it in alternating gestures. Mother crooned deep in her husband's ass crack, vibrating her tongue inside of him, and then she felt across Desmond's svelte body. She loved his rich fur, how it brushed through her fingers. Soft shark skin was good on her husband and son, but she adored fuzzy boys.

Lance curled his fingers around Desmond's tail, arresting its serpentine swaying. He tugged it upward, pulling Desmond up as a result - not lifting him by it, but coaxing the fox to raise himself. His tongue slithered alongside his father's. Their oral muscles stroked and smeared, wrestling like two evenly-matched grapplers. There was a tightness in his balls and a feeling in his loins almost like a buzz, the beginning of a climax.

The father petted down Desmond's back slowly, only going with the grain of the follicles. He too loved the softness of fur under his fingers, but the mouth was better, sucking him closer and closer to an orgasm which was still far away. Better still was his wife as she ate him out, digging her tongue deep, bobbing her head between the bed and his behind to drive deeper. She was such a good woman; he loved her so much.

Desmond was like most foxes in that he was a sensuous creature, a young man who loved to be touched and held and especially used sexually. The double-dose of cock was deeply gratifying in a manner so stereotypical that he was embarrassed to love it so much, but the pleasure was real and mother was his only outlet for it. He had the same prickle in his loins as Lance but his was stronger, his balls more snug, because he had been with all of them and hadn't gotten off yet. He tried the old trick of thinking of abhorrent things to stave off the climax but it was coming no matter what he tried, and so he leaned into it, pressing flush to mother in one last push. He thought, right before it hit, that it was a miracle he lasted as long as he did.

Desmond's mess shot deep into mom, delivered by a small but varicose shaft. Vulpine seed warmed her on the inside and gave her the feeling of satisfaction not of an orgasm, but biological fulfillment. She openly loved the sensation of being seeded, thinking it the perfect way to cap off an especially good night with family and a friend. She shivered beneath her husband's ass, pawing at his round cheeks and smacking her tongue around the innards of his asshole. Then quickly she petted along Desmond's flank and back, admiring the silky composition of his fur as the muscles below it tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed as if in sympathy with the spurting root of his cock.

The moment Desmond came, his anal muscles tensed and Lance gasped, making foamy bubbles in the saliva oozing out of his mouth which was held open courtesy of dad. His eyelids clenched down and his body tensed just like Desmond's did, but Lance was far from passive unlike his furry friend. The rhythm he had going on against Desmond was supplanted with quick, almost violent bucks as he wallowed in his orgasm and wrung out the most pleasure possible from Desmond's tight ass. His hips smacked Desmond's cheeks, producing muffled smacks. When he started to shoot, he kept pumping but his rhythm slowed, growing awkward and stiff. Dad freed him from the slobbering kiss and he panted from a gaping mouth, cheeks reddened and tongue dangling past his lower lip. He gave Desmond's ass one last push and fell against the fox, but was caught by his father. He said while panting like he'd just finished a marathon, "Thanks-, thanks dad."

The fox's work on dad's cock had all but stopped as his orgasm hit, and mom had pulled back her tongue to simply snuffle and kiss her husband's ass, savoring the swampiness of his body and Desmond's climax at the same time. Desmond pulled back from the father's loins and huffed as the shaft cleared his lips. He looked up at dad with a tired expression, but a dim smile.

"Give me a second, I'll finish you," Desmond said, green eyes falling back to dad's prick. Its surface was now cleaned of all semen and sweat, that slimy mess replaced with drool. He reached back without looking and pawed at Lance's hip. "My butt hurts, you prick," he quietly said, and chuckled.

"Sorry dude," Lance replied, but he didn't sound very sorry to Desmond. It was one of those cases where Desmond could tell somebody was smirking without needing to see it. The younger shark straightened himself out and pulled slowly back, freeing his cock from Desmond's swollen anus. He was already flaccid, and at two orgasms, he was worn out for the foreseeable future. Still, when he took a look at Desmond's puffy asshole and the drizzle of semen oozing from it, he couldn't resist the urge that hit him. He dipped his handsome snout low, put his nose against the foxcoon's pucker, and gave it a gentle sniff followed by a lick which spread around the dribbling cum rather than remove it.

Dad watched, grinning. He petted slowly through Desmond's hair. "You're definitely my son, Lance. And Desmond - don't worry about it, boy."

The fox looked up at dad with eyes which seemed almost nervous. "You sure?" he asked, using the guarded tone one uses when concerned that they have caused offense. His ears were pinned back. "I really don't mind."

The father shark smiled and pulled Desmond up. He smooched the boy, tasted himself on those pretty black lips, and his smile twisted into something more lustful. "You got me off once," he said, winking. "Loosen up a little. No pun intended."

Lance laughed. "Dirty dad jokes. I swear to god."

Dad chuckled. He eased off of his wife's face and for a moment it seemed she was asleep, but she opened her eyes and petted down Desmond's chest. "Excuse me, sweetie. We're going to go finish up dinner. I think we all worked up quite an appetite."

"I'll say," Lance said, easing off Desmond and helping him up and off of mother.

Mother gave Desmond a kiss on the lips, then one for Lance, and she left with her husband. Lance and Desmond both followed the naked pair with their eyes, staring unshyly at round, black asses until they were out of sight.

Desmond turned to look at Lance and just smiled.

"What?" Lance asked, smiling back and pressing close to Desmond. He kissed the fox on the neck then gently nibbled him there. "Did you like playing with my folks? They really liked you."

"Yeah. They were good," the foxcoon answered, leaning into Lance's taller body. "So this is all... normal to you? I've known for ten years and I never knew about this shit."

The shark blinked. "Don't you fuck your mom, dude?"

Desmond's ears flattened, cheeks warming. "She's my adoptive mom, dude. God."

Lance snickered. "Same thing after a while, right? She takes care of you and you call her mom." He squeezed the fox a little tighter and smacked a wet kiss on his cheek. "Missed you, man. You should visit more often." Desmond couldn't help but agree with that.

A lobster dinner in the nude with Lance and his family proved surprisingly tame. The quality of the meal was spectacular. Desmond's praise for her cooking was emphatic, his reward for saying so a kiss on the cheek and heartfelt thanks.

In the hours to follow, Desmond sat in the den with Lance and his family. He and Lance sat between mother and father, the former buddied up to Desmond, the latter with Lance. Still nude, there being no need for clothing with everything in the open, they enjoyed a movie and the sound of the rain.

Around midnight, mother and then father stood up, the former yawning, latter stretching until his back popped. "We're off to bed, you two," dad said to the boys, hand on the banister. "Try to keep it down, all right?"

"We'll be good," Lance said, earning a chuckle from Desmond, who slid over to sidle up to Lance.

Dad and mom were halfway up the stairs when mom stopped and said, "Oh, Desmond! Honey, do you have a sleeping bag? Do you need any blankets?"

Desmond hadn't thought about that. He started to speak, but Lance cut him off. "He can sleep in my bed, mom, I got room."

"Don't wear him out," dad called, obviously smiling although he was out of sight.

Mother lingered on the stairs, smiling at the fox. "If he wants to hog the sheets, sweetie, you're welcome to come sleep with us. I don't think I'd mind a big, cuddly teddy bear." A soft titter. "Teddy fox, I suppose that's more appropriate." Then she vanished up the stairs too, leaving the boys alone.

"My mom really likes you," Lance said unnecessarily. "She doesn't know what a huge bitch you are."

"Fuck off," Desmond replied, grinning. "Hey. Beer and video games?"

"You get the beer. I'll get the video games."